He's quiet. Keeps to himself for the most part... but he has fun, too.
He laughs with his friends and that makes me giggle.

I love to talk to him.  Intricate conversations about anything.
I think it's funny because he worries too much.  I'm quite a bit older and sometimes I don't have a care in the world. Is that fair? ;)
If I catch him in the right mood, he will come sit next to me on the couch, so close that I can feel his heartbeat, and we will talk.

I watched him grow up and that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

We relate; even though we aren't that much alike. But we do eat the same thing for lunch. :)

Once he asked me why people say that he will be a "looker" when he's older... he was obviously fishing for a compliment.  Acting as though I had no idea what he wanted to hear.
So I gave it to him... without hesitation.
Because he deserves it.

 
*We're going to be friends forever.*